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Thursday, December 21, 2006


i know that it is bad to talk about my parents in such a negative way, but sometimes they just keep pushing me until i feel like exploding.

parents are very contradicting. whatever rules that applies to us does not apply to them. talk about equality, never going to happen. and do you have to drag an innocent bystander like me in when lecturing my brother? no. fair? no. since i wasn't even the one in the wrong.. so why do you have to spoil my day? no idea. somehow my parents fail to register that, i have nothing to do with it. turn off the computer. do your chores. and the lecture begins of what is not done, what is not done to perfection, and a new list of invented chores. what creative parents i have. i think i'm going to be a very experienced maid in future. my bleak future suddenly seems so very bright. i can see it now.. maid of the year. let me start by thanking my parents... and my parents... oh. and the mop, washing machine and vaccum..

i feel like going out now, though i really hate to. all that trouble just to go out and feel uncomfortable. someone please drag my lazy bum out of my house. you can remind me about this and i'll probably agree unless, it sucks more to be with you/my parents disagree/we've kissed(figure of speech alright) and made up. which reminds me, mr scofield is going to show me a secret passage out of my house and it involves the infirmary. shhh.. our little secret.

with my current state of mind. i can't wait to go to school. 26 dec. whee.. i'll probably regret saying this after i have actually gone to school. i realise i'm not the only one going there. guess who i'll see there. we're so very fated.

i feel so much better after letting out, although, after i trip on the stairs, break my back, get struck by lightning, i'll be burning in hell. remember to bring hotdogs. i'll have a bbq.

i love cassandra? bad, bad, very bad cassandra has access to my account. i shall change my password. evil cassandra. sandy and lumpy? MINE! what are you gonna do? hehehehehe..

;8:28 PM


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